My Gallantry Unadulterated

Let the hatred vanish my love for this once

Let not the feels get adulterated by the masquerades in it

When I hate you this while, let it be seen with a Fargo though

You bear or bear not; I may be true to the heart and you

Contingent is not it, but is just gloomy for today

Though I know, when tomorrow I shall wake, I may again pray and pray

For you to flourish and Almighty may have you nourished